Sergeant Rynn Keshta is the shadow behind the scouts of the 9th Company—a pragmatic, sharp-eyed veteran who sees more than she says. Missing two fingers on her left hand, a wound from an ambush gone wrong years ago, Rynn has never let it slow her down. She leads the company’s reconnaissance forces with a quiet efficiency and an uncanny ability to read both terrain and people.
Originally from the border hills of eastern Rivermond, Rynn grew up hunting and tracking in the wilds, skills that quickly translated into military use when she was conscripted for petty crimes in her youth. The Dominion Church gave her a chance to make something more of herself—and she did. Under the guidance of the Redeemed Legion, she shed her past and built a reputation for being dependable, ruthlessly observant, and always two steps ahead of the enemy.
Rynn keeps a weathered leather-bound journal on her at all times—inside are notes on every soldier she’s ever worked with. Not just names or ranks, but strengths, flaws, habits, fears. She studies them the way one might study enemy movements or wind direction. Knowledge, to her, is survival. Though she rarely speaks, when she does, people listen. Every word counts. Her scouting parties are some of the best-trained in the legion, and she works closely with Lieutenant Kellen Marr, combining his hawks and magic with her instincts and fieldcraft to keep the 9th one step ahead.
To most, she’s an enigma—silent, scarred, and distant. But those who’ve fought beside her know the truth: Sergeant Rynn Keshta watches over her people like a wolf over its pack, and her silence speaks louder than most men’s war cries.